OK, I guess somehow my days have been screwed up on this thing. To clarify, I'll make a list of
We arrived on the 20th at night.
Mom and I have been bumming around Paris since Friday. Due to a really crappy Internet connection at the Rive Gauche, my blog posts have been off. I will try to correct this ASAP.
So, returning to the adventure aspect of this blog (OK, sure, there's not a whole lot of that gallivanting about, but bear with me...), today was my last day with Mom. She's bringing me to the SA center tomorrow at noon-ish, where I will meet my (hopefully) charming host family and go off with them to their (hopefully) charming apartment. Mom will take a taxi to Charles de Gaulle and (hopefully) get on the right plane and go to Chicago, where Colin and Dad will be waiting for her with open arms, etc., 9.5 hours later (which will really be 3PM but feel like 10PM) and call me when she gets home (another 2 hours) and I will probably cry into the telephone...but right now, I'd be glad to be rid of her.
It's not that I don't love my mother. I do. Very much. I am soooooo sick of her trying to get me to speak French; however, then speaking bad French when she realizes I won't. Getting tired in the middle of the day and needing a nap - and bitching because she can't take one in the park. Planning impossible sight-seeing extravaganzas for us when there are only 24 hours in a day and some of those hours I would like to get some rest.
Today was another scorcher. We FINALLY got to the Eiffel Tower, though. It's not all it's cracked up to be. We waited in line, walked all the way up - not to the very top, which you can only get to via elevator - and saw the view. I was somewhat disappointed, but incredibly thankful for small favors like that elevator because Mom was about to collapse from heat exhaustion if we didn't get a rest in there. She complained practically the whole time and I forgot to take pictures when we got to the top, which was so stupid of me. But there was this man proposing to his girlfriend right where the view was the best, and I didn't want him to think I was taking a picture of him (God forbid. I didn't actually care what he was doing, just that he was blocking my view). Mom thought it was incredibly romantic. They were American, FYI. Totally something Americans would do. I highly doubt the French would actually use the Eiffel Tower to propose anything.
On the way out, Mom bought me a bag that says Paris on it. It's kind of kitschy and I feel like a total tourist, but I guess I could use it. It's almost cute, even.
I guess that's all I have for now. I am excited but nervous to meet my host family. Classes start next Monday. I have no idea what we're going to do until then, but I can't wait to find out. AWESOME!
Love, Annabel
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